my writing

The need.

I couldn’t help but wonder why it felt so bad, to want to write so badly my fingers stumbled over the words on the keyboard. I am trembling. The emotions have welled up to a breaking point where everything must spill over. Splash onto the paper like those black ink do. Over the brim, over the brim. It is a jumble of incoherent ideas and words, swirling into a whirlpool of chaos. I struggle to find a single straight thought, but I find none in between the lines. Those accusing lines! Those scrawling tiny lines, of messy and chaotic untamed thoughts. The emoticons are so ironic, they don’t reflect the sender’s emotions. Unlike this spattered array of alphabets. They lie, straight into your face. They know you know they are lying, but they are there, stinging and making you cringe.